.. stealing a couple of glances back at me, naturally leading to looking at her chest.... thinking for a tight wad teacher.. she showed a lot of skin.... He starts playing mid-step prompted by the ticking metronome.He was well ahead of his schedule. I wasn't sure if it was my lessons, but 2 months in and he sight reads and improvises better and with more abandon than I had ever done. I drift again, spacing out ,as he trails into timing stretching the very first note, leading it into a chromatic. I saw some backbone appear and with a glare at her husband said; “You pompous ass, your son did this. You will either fire these two assholes, or I will see a divorce attorney and you can eat shit.” She continued; “I am here to apologize if you don’t like it tough shit.”With that, Mr. Collins jerked his head toward the door and the attorneys left. I then grabbed my cell phone and told the Collins that my father said that I should record anything that we talk about.That went over with Mr.. Breathing heavily a few seconds later in my bed, I could hear the buzzing and her whimper playing through my head in an endless loop. Far more quickly than I’d ever dreamed of, I was hard again.I spurted a second time into a hastily acquired shirt before drifting off to sleep with visions of Mom masturbating fixed firmly in my mind.**I was a nervous wreck as I stood in front of my bedroom door on Christmas Eve morning. I could hear Mom in the kitchen, and the smells reaching me revealed that. Michael began to lift his hips off the bed to meet her every downward thrust and bury his cock as deep as he could, Sandra felt the head hit her cervix and screamed with delight. Without warning Michael withdrew his cock and with great skill and care turned his mother over so as she was on all fours. He lowered his mouth to her asshole and began to rim it, Sandra was a little taken aback by this and went move away when he grabbed his hard cock with his right hand and fingered her pussy with his.